Learning to Love Winter

I have never loved winter. The truth is I have hated her most of my life, I say her because she feels like a cold b*tch. Sorry warm fuzzy lady friends but winter to me has been a bitter woman with a barren womb… a frustrated old spinster that has never shared an orgasm. She is an ugly gray witch with a huge wart on the end of her nose, or maybe it’s a mole…

Today however I have decided not to hate her. I actually made the decision yesterday but just now got around to sharing my ‘come to meeting’ with Mother Nature. You see we have been experiencing some warm sunny days in this part of Texas, warm enough to spark a storm (lord forgive me I do love a storm) and it was that very tempest that let me see the heart of winter.

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15 thoughts on “Learning to Love Winter”

Wow! those are amazing photographs. Your words made me rethink my ever present hate for the winters here in New York. Maybe I should walk around my town too. I hate how locked up I feel because I dare not venture out in this freezing weather. 😦

Hairs are manageable while warts are… Well I haven’t learned to love them yet. My mother once had a stray hair like that and it poked her in the eye every time she blinked. Now she just sits staring wide-eyed.